The Battle of the Iron Depot, which has an important place in the history of the Iron Shark Battalion, was fought on a cold and damp morning. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Taking advantage of the bad weather when it is difficult for drones to take off, the military division and Brother Steel quietly left the iron warehouse with two lightly armed brigades, and all heavy weapons such as artillery armored vehicles were left in the city to strengthen the defense system with a serious shortage of manpower, but most of the mecha troops were taken away by us, and only seven old airframes of poor quality were left.

Looking at the gloomy weather, everyone's hearts were a little panicked.

"Brother, if we leave, the city will be empty, and the Hound Regiment will definitely not let go of this opportunity........... the base camp will depend on you."

Although it was the military advisor who made the plan, he rarely showed a hesitant look at this time, and Brother Steel frowned even more, and his fists were released and clenched.

"Brother, either I'll do this, you can lead the team to defend the city........."

Long Fei smiled generously.

"No need, you can take away as many mobile troops as you need, my brain is not very useful, in the academy wargame deduction, the troops I command are the most obstructive part every time, and I am not good at offensive operations, I will not command if you give me people, the success or failure of this battle still depends on the two of you."

Speaking of which, the two commanders had nothing else to say, and the guys said goodbye with tears on the defensive line.

I dragged my [Seawolf III] listlessly through the muddy field, and soon it began to rain in the sky, pouring dozens of kilometers in a radius, and the wiper blades in front of the camera lens were useless to the maximum, and the vision was still blurred, and everyone acted in the rain like ghosts.

"003, everything is fine, OVER."

I followed the standard procedure and turned around and sneaked to the wingman channel.

"Fat Kui, Fat Kui, fuck you're asleep, hurry up and report a wave of the situation!"

It took ten seconds before Fat Kui's energetic voice came from the other end.

"Report Brother Xiu, no problem, all of them are honest!"

I let out a long breath, of course what I was talking about was Zhang Longfeng's small gang, and these guys were assigned to a team to march, which made me feel uneasy, and I was specially divided into shifts with Fat Kui, taking turns to monitor them, thank God, so far, these cancer cells have not moved.

"Didi"

Suddenly, my radio communication was picked up, and the loud voice of the Plate Duck came from inside.

"Hey, Wenxiu, the maintenance department is here for the maintenance department, there is something important to discuss!"

After the success of their homemade shields, the mood of these technical streams from these workers' families was unprecedentedly high, and a group of people pulled up a team to set up their own faction, got a few large trailers with containers, hung up the big sign of the maintenance department, and a group of people banged and banged in them all day long, and the noise was so loud that none of the surrounding brothers slept well, and every day a group of people smashed their doors in protest.

Now, the trailers are pushing side by side on the muddy road, and the huge wheels stir up a lot of muddy water, causing the mechs on both sides to dodge.

I unfolded my robotic arm and knocked on the container, and the top of the container immediately opened like a cardboard box, revealing a cleverly decorated folding canopy, just on top of the cockpit of the fuselage.

The space in the container was very cramped and dimly lit, and a mech covered in black cloth lay in the middle like a dead corpse, squeezing most of the space, so that computers and assembly machines could only be stacked layer by layer like Tetris, and the air was filled with a layer of oil and the strange smell of burnt.

"Hey, you're here."

A voice sounded faintly behind me, and when I turned my head, a huge black face stood in front of me, only a pair of bloodshot eyes still shining, and a grin showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth, which made me scream in fright, and punched him out.

"Wow, Wenxiu, you're hairy!"

The guy covered his face and let out a pig-killing howl, I felt familiar when I heard it, and after a closer look, I found that this black-faced monster was a duck, and his face was a thick layer of engine oil dust or something.

This is embarrassing, and in order to save the embarrassing situation, I immediately shirk responsibility.

"Damn, you're doing hair, you're blind in the dark and wearing heavy makeup, you want to scare your dad to death."

"Fuck you, you think it's a great place to work."

The duck wiped his face and got up, and then he saw a little bit of the true color of his skin. The other guys also gathered around at this time, all of them unkempt like beggars, and my appearance was a bit unusual.

"God, you're doing it, it's only been six hours since you set off, and you haven't had a maintenance mission yet, right?" I was a little dizzy, and I couldn't understand how these guys could get to be like this.

"Preparation, preparation, how can we be idle before the battle."

Tintin walked out with a shake of his hand, still carrying a screwdriver in his other hand.

"Referring to the experience of the Hound Regiment's modified aircraft, we have redesigned the modified aircraft for the mecha soldiers in the battalion who can fight a little bit, because your task is serious, we have just done the two parts of you and the pervert, you come and take a look."

To be honest, I was quite happy that this guy had put me in the "slightly better" group, so I followed him to the monitor. On the display screen, two rough three-dimensional images of the mecha are rotated, and various data keep beating around the mecha, and it can be seen that the drawing lines of the mecha are just a rough mold, and the focus is on the display of weapon modules.

The body of a mecha on the left looks no different from a normal mech from the head and neck seat down, but it has become super strange from the head, large and flat, and it is also connected to a large number of explosion-proof pipes, all the way to a small backpack on the back, living like a large crab.

"Damn, what the hell is this, have you fed the dogs all your aesthetics?"

Ding Ding snorted fiercely.

"Damn, it's good to look at the top ball, it's the last word, and do you think that little dog head with so many sensors and precision cameras can fit it, this thing not only has a large volume, but also has a strong structure, and it's better than the original hanging hair head I don't know where it went."

I can only pray that I don't let me fly this mech.

"Don't worry, this is not for you, this is for Brother Pervert."

"Perverts?"

"The military advisor has come here, and Brother Steel has also come to say, the victory or defeat of your squad is on the pervert's gun, as long as he can shoot accurately, then there is hope for success."

“……… Whew, it turns out that the two of us are just playing auxiliary? ”

"Cut, don't be weird, you can do it."

But I really can't do it, for a while I practiced shooting with the pervert, but I couldn't hit it accurately, the pervert said that my people were too impatient, the reflex nerve was severely allergic, and the slightest wind and grass would automatically explode, this kind of precision work could not be done, I was unwilling to try hundreds of times, and I had to give up.

"Oh, by the way, this is your model, do you see if there are any other changes?"

I was stupid just by looking at it, and then sprayed Tintin in the face.

"Damn, is this still a mecha? It's a movable iron fort! ”

Maybe my description is a little exaggerated, but the mecha they designed is really not aesthetic at all, machine guns, artillery, mortars, missiles, automatic cannons, piled up with every moving part of the body, and two shields on their backs, the shell is covered with an explosion reaction module like a fish scale armor, living like a hedgehog, not handsome at all, not looking good at all!

And there is no point in stacking so many weapons on one mech, my physiology is there, and I can only use one or two weapons at a time, and any more is completely cumbersome.

"Be content, the chief knife designer has said, this thing is the most suitable for your fighting style, and it can also make you pretend to be forced to fly to the greatest extent, because your forced style is like this." Tintin said as he rolled his eyes at me.

"Hey, who designed this, stand up, Lao Tzu will beat him to death!" I was immediately annoyed.

Suddenly, someone poked me twice in the back, I shrugged my shoulders, ignored it, and poked me twice, I scolded my mother, and still didn't pay attention, but the guy persevered and continued to poke me, and I finally got annoyed, and turned around and picked up my arm to beat someone.

"Damn, who's looking for death!"

A familiar scream rang out in front of me, and a guy held his head in front of me and shivered.

Well, this pose is also a bit familiar.

I pulled her arm away, revealing Kanona's dirty face, this guy's style was cleaner than those guys in the maintenance department, but it was also a mess, her face, hands, and hair were full of oil stains, as if she had been brushed with paint, which didn't match her usual clean appearance.

"I'll go, why are you here?" I was dumbfounded.

"That ....... that south is dangerous....... I want to help you........." Kanona stammered.

"But I didn't tell you about it at all, why did you think of running here!"

I hugged my head and screamed, while the brothers behind me had blank eyes and expressions of "I deserve to be single for the rest of my life."

Forget it, this guy's background is extraordinary, and it's normal to have a little extra information channel. I finally calmed down, put on a straight face, crossed my waist, and stared at her in the most vicious posture.

"Alright, get out of the car right now and get back to base......... Oh no, the iron hangar doesn't seem to be safe now, it's about to be attacked by the hounds, hey, your awesome background, can I send you a plane, oh damn, it seems like the airport can land here! ”

Kanona covered her ears to block out my noise, and finally found an opportunity to interject.

"It's okay, it's okay Wenxiu, I don't mind."

"But I mind, I mind a lot, hey, alas, wait, anyway, since you're here, is this mecha ............?"

Kanona nodded, and I rushed up to tear the cloth open, only to see [Agave's] hapless silhouette.

What else can I say besides "hehe"?

"That......... I can't tell you much, but I can say that it's not a bad thing, and this mech is the joint for you to defeat the armored killer, otherwise you wouldn't have a chance .........at all," Kanona saw that I was rather unhappy, a little hesitant, but also tried hard to explain.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the heart to listen to it at all.

"Okay, okay, I see, now your only task is to hurry up and get out of the way, don't run to the battlefield if you have nothing to do."

After saying that, I deliberately didn't look at the aggrieved Kanona, and quickly escaped from the maintenance department as if I was running for my life, and to be honest, now I feel uncomfortable when I think of [Tequila's] cold eyes and cold cockpit.